Okay guys its another short one. I promise the next chapter will make sense. :)
Jack knelt down on the frosted ground, still clear of snow to make the job he had come here to do easier. He was kneeling in front of a tree that still held on to a few of its autumn leaves. He plunged his hands into a hollow between the roots of the tree and his hands met something warm against his freezing skin. He grasped it and pulled it from under the roots until it was resting in his palms.
He ran his fingers over it and he thought he might choke as some un-nameable emotion clotted his throat. He swallowed and cradled the precious object to his chest.
It was a crown, made of leaves. Golden, orange, red. It was cold like a chilly autumn morning but nothing really felt cold to Jack. An image suddenly plagued his mind. Red hair, the colour of fire, framed in snowflakes. The image went as fast as it came, and all Jack was left with was the fading memory of warmth.
He had been crouched there with the crown for too long now, he had to go. He contemplated taking the crown with him but the wind blew gently against him, reminding him that it wasn't a good idea. He sighed shakily and put the object back under the tree roots in a nest of old leaves. One of the few remaining orange leaves on the tree broke off and the wind directed it down to rest in the centre of the crown. Jack turned and was carried away by the wind before he could lose it.
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